I know I’m imposing myself on the two of them again, but we have to do it. We can’t fuck our way out of this one.
“What’s he talking about?” Ollie asks as I sweep my hand from her hair and rest it on her shoulder. I watch Timber as he heaves his body up.
Even Ollie shoots me a look, but I’m the perfect mediator for them. All I want to do is make sure that we’re happy. Well, as soon as we all bite each other, that is.
So, I wrap my fingers through theirs and bask in the tension between them.
Timber is too quiet, and now we’re both looking at him curiously, waiting for his answer.
“If we’re going to be a pack, we shouldn’t have any secrets from each other, should we?” I goad. If there’s a way to fuck things up, I’m going to go for it.
Timber leans back, the beans crinkling as they adjust to support him. He sits at a forty-five-degree angle, and I plop my elbow onto the beanbag, resting my chin in my palm so I can comfortably watch him fumble.
He glares daggers at me, but I just smile back innocently. There’s nothing to see here; I’m just looking out for them to make sure we air out all our dirty laundry before we bite each other and finally settle into pack life.
Ollie
“What’s wrong, Timber?” I ask softly. “Can’t you tell me?”
I’m acting innocent and kind of blinking in that way Noa does when she’s being cute. But I can tell whatever Timber’s done is Not Good.
At least from the way Kane’s grinning, and Timber is sweating. I trail my hand from Timber’s chest to flatten my palm on his stomach as my grin grows wider.
I mean, really, considering my masquerade for the past month, is there anything I’m going to be majorly upset about? I’m just happy I can rub my face in his coffee-scented chest rather than anything else.
The way Timber glares at Kane is deadly, so it’s definitely something he never planned to share with me, which makes me even more curious.
I creep closer to lean over Timber because this is definitely the perfect time to tease him—especially because Kane and I haven’t been doing thatat all.
My nipple piercings jingle as my grin widens, and I know for sure Kane is watching my ass as Timber pretends he’s not captivated.
“Look, I just wanted to protect you—me—one of us when I found out you were an omega… I didn’t know why you were there. I thought you were just like…” Timber’s brow furrows as his hands ball into fists, and I bite my lip.
I kind of love how uncomfortable he looks. It really makes me want to suck his dick to get the story out of him. But he keeps talking.
“After that omega broke into my house. I thought you might be out to get me or that you would hurt me or something. I didn’t know…”
He glances at Kane, definitely asking for help, but that’s the wrong decision. No matter how much Kane asks us to trust him, he’s got a long way to go, as well.
Kane looks at me with an easy smile, like he’s not responsible for Timber’s panic.
“I don’t know what Timber’s talking about with that omega, but we know everything that Timber went through with his ex-wife,” he says. “So it’s only natural he’s going to be cautious. What I’m more interested about is how you were watching Ollie fuck herself on your bed in real time on your phone?”
Both of us freeze as the asshole smirks. He really can’t help himself. It’s like he’s born for this.
“Wait, I can explain!” Timber shoots forward, grabbing my arm, and I wince as he clutches at me too hard. He instantly lets go, sucking in a breath.
I hate the fear in his gaze more than him hearing me beg for cum. It’s how he has a video of it that I’m more interested in.
“What’s he talking about, Timber?” I ask. My voice slips into a growl as it deepens, though it’s more because I’m getting horny again.
Timber chokes, his chest heaving as he panics. I thought we’d moved past the hesitant stage since he went to absolute town on my pussy.
“I just—I told you about the home security system. You knew there were cameras in the house. I just need to know that you were safe—a safe person,” he gasps.
I’m getting an idea of what he’s talking about. He looks so cute as he shuffles awkwardly, curling his huge back, his shoulders up, cringing so hard that I seriously want to kiss him.
I could let him stew for longer. If he gets really awkward, maybe I can make him cry out ‘sorry’ as I keep playing with his cock.
